I thought it a bit odd when I discovered that St. Cecilia—the patron saint of musicians—didn't actually sing or play an instrument. She was one of those saints whom I was familiar with since childhood; I remember seeing illustrations of her in books, her eyes raised wistfully to heaven, her fingers resting on harp strings or ivory keys. You would think that she had written a famous hymn or... something.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
— St. Augustine
Captivenia is an incredible Catholic medieval adventure camp for girls, with exciting theatrics, forest missions, medieval crafts, archery, tournaments, and a magnificent banquet. Throughout the week, the girls receive formation talks and the sacraments through Mass and confession.
Dear pro-choice advocates,
The other day I attended the funeral of a beautiful baby girl. I watched as the grieving family prepared to say goodbye to their tiny daughter, and I know that everyone present was weeping with them.
And yet, none of us, not even her own mother, had ever seen her alive. She had passed away inexplicably just a few hours before she was born. Yet somehow, we all felt her loss as keenly as though we had known her.
Later that day I attended a pro-life banquet, of all things. There was a special guest in attendance: a little girl who had been scheduled for termination by abortion and had been spared because her mother found the counselling and support she needed from the ministry across the street from the clinic. I burst into tears when they introduced her, and when I looked around the hall I could see that I wasn't the only one.
In both these cases, I saw not just a baby, a cluster of cells, or the "product of conception", but a story, a whole life meant to be lived. I felt the excruciating loss of the first and glimpsed the spectacular blossoming of the second.
And this... this is why I am pro-life.
Well, we've already seen our first blizzard of the year here in Alberta. I know I'm not the only one who feels a little cheated by autumn getting cut so short. Ah, but maybe the leaves will hold on and we will get one final burst of warmth before winter digs its heels in. (To all my American followers: please go sit in the sun today on my behalf.)
It was a happy weekend. I had a table at the Family Life Conference for the second time and it was fun to see how my newest pieces were being received. But even more exciting—most of my family and friends were there and I was delighted to tell them all that I was expecting our second baby!
Then everything changed early Sunday morning.
When Thérese was a child, her older sister Leonie decided that she had outgrown some of her playthings. Before giving them away, she offered them to her younger sisters. Celine politely chose a single toy. When it came to Thérese’s turn, she grabbed the entire basket and proclaimed, “I choose all!”
This story illustrates well how this future saint approached the spiritual life. She understood that there are many degrees of holiness and she wanted the very highest degree. “My God,” she cried, “I choose all! … ‘I choose all’ that You will!”
To all my Western Canadian followers, I am excited to announce that I will have a table at the Family Life Conference again this year! Look for me in the vendors' tent—I will have all my standard prints in stock, as well as framed prints, canvasses, and a free raffle. I look forward to seeing you!
"For in him we live and move and have our being."
— Acts 17:28
A rainbow is a curious thing... it is the light we take for granted fragmented into a spectrum of dazzling colours, a familiar yet ever enchanting display.
I was contemplating this during the long drive to my parents’ farm this Easter when it occurred to me that one could propose an intriguing analogy for God by looking at a prism.